“Darling, I said oat milk, not almond milk,” Emma slides the coffee cup at you with a look of pure dissatisfaction. “You do know the difference, don’t you?”

Of course, she had drank the entire thing. The cardboard cup sits very empty and overturned in front of her you on her desk, Emma’s gaze boring into you as you stand unsure in front of her. Sometimes it seems like she’s cruel on purpose. She’ll complain about everything and anything, from the way that you dress, to how you accidentally wrinkled her dry-cleaning on the second week of you working for her. Still, she refuses to fire you.

Everyone warned you about being Emma Frost’s assistant. It’s easy to see why now, there doesn’t seem to be a more demanding boss in existence.

“Hello? Are you even listening to me? Stand up straight.”